Monday, November 28, 2016

It's the most wonderful time of the year, the hap-hap-happiest season of all.

Our newest tradition with my babies is to get together the Sunday evening after Thanskgiving for thanks-giving and to open one present under the tree, Christmas PJ's. Don't we all want some?

My brothers and sister and I got red pajamas every year. My kids got red pajamas every year and my babies will get red pajamas every year.

They were so excited.

Look at these faces.

Little Harp was more interested in the ball. The girls played sweetly together. They are getting old enough to enjoy playing babies and pretending. I just love it!

These faces...

He was a hoot!

Talk about excited! Harper can get just as crazy but last night she just wanted to play with her best friend Cora.

I'm glad they love Bon Bon and Grandy's. They played with the Little People's Nativity (thanks Billie Jo). They played tea party with the ceramic Santas, read books, played cars, and threw the ball. Yes, in the house!

Last week was a doozy. It's no secret that Mr. H has not adjusted well to the move. I don't have time or the patience to peck it out on this stupid phone. A week ago I was sure that we'd be going back to Georgia. GASP!!! I know, right??? He had a promising phone interview and scheduled a 1:1 on Tuesday with a reputable company near home doing what he loves to do and what he's done for 30 years. We met with the children. They were angry, disappointed, hurt. I cried, fasted, prayed. It's hard to see your man miserable and trying to make ends meet. Of course, I have to support him although my heart is screaming, NO! Long story short, he canceled the interview because it didn't "feel right." I've been singing "Thy Will," by Hilary Scott. I truly believe this is where we are supposed to be. Please join me in praying for God's will, for doors